C72 A Child Without a Father to Protect

The man smiled and directed the driver to Wutong Avenue.

On the way, Tong Zi Mei opened the window and sat there motionlessly, like a stone statue. Her short hair fluttered in the wind, and her messy hair stung her face.

It wasn't until they were almost at the gate of the house that Tong Zimei lightly called for the car to stop and then picked up her bag to leave